- My experience – Liberia’s war years By: Prince Collins A Liberian Journalist When fighting hits its peak in 1990 my home street of Barnersville, northwest of Liberia’s capital was a battle zone. Every second week there would be an attack. We all live in fear. Children would be killed, forcibly recruited by rebel forces. Food and medical help were scarce. To get anything we had to risk stray bullets, and random checkpoints manned by wild drugged rebels who’d shoot you for looking at them the wrong way. One week the town came under heavy fire. My mom, dad, sisters, brothers and I hid in our house. All we had to eat was tea and bread. When the shooting sto…